Jason Westmere sat parked in his car, in front of the H.E.R.O. Corp main office. "Why are you doing this?", he repeated over and over again in his head. "You know you don't play well with others. That's kind of a requirement for these superhero organizations." He took in a deep breath of air. "Think of the check, think of the money, think of the fame." Jason had spent all of his earnings as a well-to-do astrophysics equipment designer on his prototype meteoric containment suit. His design was flawless, it was the contruction that was flawed. Mistakes can made when trying to contain the raw energy of a meteor.
His mind drifted for a moment. He'd had it all. Brains, Money, Charm, Youth... one of the most gifted astrophysics students in the country, a space travel experiment gone horribly wrong, parents who had lied about themselves being mutants, and it all seemed to reach a point in his life. A point of impact... with the meteor. They all thought he was dead, left floating in space for days, and he should have been, according to him. But what his parents had considered a curse, he now realized was his blessing. His inherent mutant power to absorb and nearly become any form of energy was activated at that point, saving his life, and changing him into something more. A lot more.
The self contained space travel suit that he'd designed and self-tested helped contain the energies within him, but he needed something more, something with more function, and style. That's when he re-designed he prototype for his new career as a superhero. And for a while, it was very effective. Perfect design, near-perfect construction. But with his family inheretance and his assets nearly gone, he couldn't finance a re-build of the suit since his recent run in with the Fifth Column. The amount of energy released was too much for the suit's output. Not that he thought he was possible of releasing that much energy at once in the first place. When he re-opened his eyes, 3 platoons of Fifth Column lay all around him. The re-designed suit was completely unusable.
So he'd have to do it. He'd have to throw in with this lot. The offer was far too kind, which was sort of suspicious, but un-refusable, nontheless. Then there was the waiting. Finally, the time would come when he'd hear his name. He'd get up, smile at the gorgeous woman behind the desk, "Hi, Suzy is it? Oh no, trust me, the pleasure is all MINE. Anyway, as I was saying, my name is Dr. Jason Westmere, a.k.a. The Human-Meteor. Yeah... I guess I'm reporting for duty."
